How often you might have held me,
But you would not;
Now I’m too far away to see,
But I’m not sought;
So from you I cry to be free,
I’ve not been bought!
How often you might have held me,
But you would not;
Now I’m too far away to see,
But I’m not sought;
So from you I cry to be free,
I’ve not been bought!
Awesome and such a lovely poem, Jonathan.
Oh thank you, my dear Kamal! Blessings to you, as always! π
Always welcome dear Jonathan. Blessings to you too ππππ